Rukkus Reunion

After eight long years of searching, the theory was confirmed: There’s nothing quite like Rukkus. So we decided it would be real swell to have a nice quiet evening of reminiscing the good ol’ days, with a responsible number of beverages and a return home at a reasonable hour.
Yeah, fuck that.
How about an irreverent stroll down memory lane in our old stomping grounds with possible hearing loss afterward (like, more hearing loss than we already have), or at least a noise complaint or three. We’ve contacted Mother Nature to be on her best behavior to ensure plenty of room outdoors for this occasion. We think she’s in, because all we heard was, “Yes, daddy.”